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Hot work is a threesome of sexy stories where I explore the mixing of business with pleasure as I continue to explore the erotica genre with the view to the reader the feelings of passion and desire. I hope it makes you feel hot!
Here is a short sample from the book:
It had been a lovely evening at Suzie and Michael’s favourite French restaurant in celebration of their tenth wedding anniversary. They started with French champagne and oysters natural, finishing with superb chocolate souffle. She nuzzled into his shoulder as he wrapped his strong arms around her. Their cab weaved it’s way through the back streets of Brighton to take them home, which was free of children who were having a sleepover at their grand parents.
Michael was a handsome man whose high intellect and innate self confidence had brought him much success, allowing them to live a very comfortable life. Arriving home, Suze excused herself and went upstairs whilst Michael went hunting for a nice bottle of scotch that a client had given to him.
Chrystal tumbler of spirit in hand, he reclined on a large red leather couch in the living room. He was savouring the smooth rich flavour of the ‘Glenmorangie 18 Years Old’, when he was disturbed by the hollow clipping of high heels on the stairs behind him. He sat up and turned to look behind him and was stunned by what he saw on the staircase.
“Suze! What the hell?” he asked.
But it wasn’t Suze standing there. In her place stood a tall and elegant woman in a police uniform. Although it wasn’t a regulation uniform and wouldn’t have passed inspection at any normal police station. Her tight black tunic looked a couple of sizes too small. A long zip down its front was pulled half way down, revealing luscious breasts that strained against a sheer black lace bra. The dresses’ hem barely covered her panties so that her luscious thighs lay exposed, fish net stockings which stopping well short of the hem of her dress. The suspenders holding them were clearly visible. She balanced on tall black sandals with high ankle straps and silver buckles, a truncheon and hand cuffs swinging from a shiny black belt. She strode elegantly to stand directly in front of him
“It’s Dicktective to you. We’ve had a report that you’ve got a concealed weapon. ”
“I need to body search you to ensure that you’re not a risk to the public,” she said, taking the baton from her belt, which had what Michael could now see, was a large black dick on its end. She stood there gently patting her free hand with its tip. “If you resist me I will have to use force.”
“I could never resist you,” he replied with a smile.
“You’re getting fresh with me.” she barked. “I think I’m going have to cuff you.”
“Have you gone crazy Suze?”
“Dicktective to you! Show me your hands.”
“What if I say no.”
“That would be resisting arrest and I’d have to get rough,” she said striking the baton firmly into her hand. “You’re hands!”
Bemused Michael put out his hands.
“That’s better,” she told him, resting the baton on the couch. Unclipping the cuffs from her belt she quickly snapped the silver cuff onto Michael’s right wrist.
“Shit! You really cuffed me!”
“I don’t mess around young man. Now come with me,” she said, again picking up the baton and dragging him off the couch and across the room to the staircase with its black wrought iron railing and wooden balustrade.
“Turn around,” she instructed. Obediently Michael turned so that his back was pressing up against the staircase. “Raise your arms.”
Michael lifted his hands above his head and she deftly hooked the cuffs behind the railing and snapped the free cuff onto his other wrist.
“What are going to do?” he asked his voice filled with uncertainty. It was one thing to be arrested by your wife who’s looking hot in a sexy police outfit, but being chained to the balustrade and at her mercy was another. He knew she loved him but this was unknown territory for them. Life had always been straight forward and organised. They had never stepped onto the wild side. Until now.
“I’m going to undertake some interrogation.”
“Don’t be smart with me. This can be easy or this can be hard. It’s your choice. Work with me and I will be nice to you. Work against me and things could become very uncomfortable,” she said again smacking the truncheon into her hand.
“You wouldn’t hurt me would you Suze,” he quivered.
“It’s Dicktective! Do I have to tell you again? You’ll be fine unless you give me trouble. Let’s see what you’re carrying,” she said reaching out with the baton and putting the thick dick under Michaels’s chin.
“You’re not bad looking really.”
“Can you be careful! You’re hurting me.”
“I could show you some real pain.”
“No thank you. I’m not much for pain.”
“Do you prefer pleasure?”
“I do like pleasure. But pain can be interesting,” she said pushing the the black rod upwards, raising my chin to it’s maximum extension.
“Now what have we here?” she asked, releasing the pressure on his chin. She drew a wavy line down his torso with the dildo.
“That’s an interesting truncheon you have.”
“It can give both pleasure and pain. Pleasure for me. Pain for you.” she replied as she placed the dick end of the baton in her mouth, sucking it seductively. “Are carrying a weapon?”
She poked at the large lump in his trousers with the rubber dick.
“I’m going to have to strip search you,” she told him with a determined voice. She hooked the truncheon back onto her belt and stepped up close to him and gripping the lapels of his shirt with each hand she yanked hard, dislodging all the buttons, causing them to fly into the air and ping like hail stones on the floor. She examined his nicely muscled body, pawing at his nipples.
“You work out.”
“You know I do.”
“Let’s see what your hiding down here.”
She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly which allowed her to tug his trousers to the floor, revealing his bulging underpants. She peeled down their waistband causing his thick rod to spring into the open.
“Well! It’s not a gun! You’re just glad to see me,” she laughed. “It’s making me feel hot!”
She again took the baton from her belt and poked at the throbbing appendage.
“It’s like the colt forty five of dicks,” she laughed. “Do you have a license for such a big cock?”
“I didn’t think you needed a license for a cock.”
“When it’s this big I think you do,” she smiled. “It could be dangerous.”